User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3474228-20111107022214

After a day and a half of sailing, the three massive ships arrive at The Island, returning from their month abroad in Mossflower. Sahaz jumps off the middle ship and onto the docks, his cloak swiveling around him, more and more masses of vermin appearing from both his castle and from the ships. He turns his head, smiling. "Our forces have never been this large! Mossflower holds vermin aplenty, all willing to join us! And when idiots like that one Corbus attempt to best us with their pathetic forces, we shall best them before their ships even reach our docks!" The vermin, which now number almost 550, cheer on their leader, who is seemingly unstoppable.

A rat comes up to Sahaz, who looks at him with gleaming eyes. "Sire, the eagles of the north mountains harass us no more." The Marlfox raises an eyebrow and beckons the rat to go on. The rat looks backwards, and there is a shuffling in the crowd as four vermin emerge with a feathery body carried amongst them. Sahaz's eyes light up.

"Hah! That eagle is dead? How did you kill him?" The rat points to a tall hooded creature with a longbow in one paw.

"Showed up 'ere a few days ago, never spoke a word since, but shot that arrow higher'n the moon an' somehow killed d'eagle." Sahaz is happy to hear the news of the mysterious bowbeast, and pats the hooded figure on the back as the horde disperses.